LUXURY

＂Ｓａｍｅ Ｇａｍｅ， Ｄｉｆｆｅｒｅｎｔ Ｔｅｒｒｉｔｏｒｙ＂(1/3)

Jacqueline Lexington plopped back on to the small, golden mahogany bed of her "as-modest-as-it-gets-in-first-class" Etihad suite with a bowl of buttery popcorn. The suite was as big as a Saks dressing room with a mini flat screen TV and a bed with gorgeous satin sheets crammed against intricate dividers. Jac could have afforded the most biggest suite the airway had to offer but all she could think about was how ridiculous it was to stay in a plane suite that was as big as a hotel room for a two hour flight.

The "Normal" concept was starting to get to her.

"Popcorn?" She offered Blake the bowl who was lounging beside her on the ornate bed. It was obvious he wasn't trying to look like an Abercrombie & Fitch model but he looked like one anyway in his usual attire - a white T-shirt, jeans, and Converse - and his soft smile. 

The bed was clearly made for one so Jac was nearly sitting on his lap as they booted up Netflix on the mini TV and started on The Heathers - and Jac felt like tossing the popcorn bowl over the suite dividers and having wild, crazy sex like that intense scene from Scandal.

Although she couldn't imagine Blake being one for wild, crazy sex.

With a beaming grin that practically screamed 'I-worship-the-ground-your-Christian-Louboutins-walk-on,' Blake took the popcorn bowl, his hand brushing against Jac's forearm. Blake had been wearing the 'Blind Follower,' look since she kissed him back at the hotel and Jac was kind of flattered - even if she subtly wished it was another boy with sea blue eyes and dark hair giving her that look.

"You know, I'm kind of surprised you actually find popcorn edible," Blake said after stuffing a handful of popcorn in his mouth. 

Jac turned away from the screen being graced by Christian Slater's gorgeous 80s face.  "Well, what did you think I'd like?"

Blake pretended to think, chewing his popcorn thoughtfully. "Well from my experience working at a bed and breakfast for the rich, I've learned there are two types of rich people. Ones who eat Caviar  and ones who eat money for breakfast, brunch, and dinner."

"And which one did you take me for?"

"First impression?" Blake tittered as if he were about to say something worthy of a slap. "Honestly, I thought you were the one who ate Caviar for breakfast and money for brunch and dinner."

"Oh," Jac tugged at the hem of her white Rag and Bone v-neck. She knew she was a spoiled brat but it never bothered her until now. 

Blake gave a crinkle-eyed smile, handing her the popcorn bowl which Jac graciously took. "Well, you were super drunk and you happened to be attending one of those parties that are mostly known for hosting self entitled teenagers so..."

Jac nodded a little too enthusiastically. "Well to make things even, I thought you were gay." 

"And now what do you think?" Blake asked and there was something about his leer that was kind of...hot. Blake could be hot and that was news to Jac. 

She couldn't help but notice their proximity, they were so close that she could simply lean forward and kiss him. So that's what she did. Swiftly setting the butter popcorn bowl on the nearest hardwood bed stand, she kissed him. It wasn't mind blowing because Jac didn't forget where she was and she didn't magically realize the true wonders of life.

He smelled like pleather and popcorn and his lips were soft and...friendly. 

Jac broke the kiss, not surprised to see Blake giving her the, 'You-Are-Such-A-Goddess,' look and she was able to smirk through the overthinking threatening to take over her mind. "Definitely not gay."